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5th February, 2012

10:00 p.m.

Dear diary,

Today, I’m confessing my love for him to you

As I hear the reverberations of him;

singing unsung-words with me,

Like thousands of birds sing romantic-melodies,

My emotions embrace in harmonious rhythm,

And I would pour my heart out and unveil my love prism.

**

To let him hear the amorous song of me;

To let him feel the depth of my heart,

To let him see the pinnacle of my devotion,

To let him perceive the delicacy of my soul,

To let him even measure the firmness of my mind for him!

**

Ah, I know! It may not be as deep as an ocean

But suffice to immerse him in my love portion.

The devotion may not be as tall as Mount Everest,

But enough would be the heat to let his heart melt.

**

The delicacy of my soul may not be as soft as roses

But it is Proximus to its scale to entwine our souls.

He’s my life; my love, else I am barren;

Bereft of moisture; devoid of love and compassion.

8th February, 2012

10:30 p.m.

Dear diary,

Obligated, I breathe for survival

But, he’s the breath of my life;

My energy; my driving force to strife,

The magic of my love is hidden in the ink of my pen,

Will the words eternally fragrant in his charm?

12th February, 2012

10:30 p.m.

O diary; my other half, don’t be neutral this time and tell,

Should I knock his heart’s bell,

And confess my feelings to him on Valentine’s Day,

To let his breath fragranced with my love bouquet?

Will he meet me the way an ocean meets the horizon

And accept my love, and make my life brighten?

Will he eternally let me rise and fall, and fall and rise,

In the rhythm of his existence?

….

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  1. Superb poem, Pooja. So beautifully written. πŸ’š
    Love the passion-soaked words, and especially these last lines:

    β€˜Will he meet me the way an ocean meets the horizon
    And accept my love, and make my life brighten?
    Will he eternally let me rise and fall, and fall and rise,
    In the rhythm of his existence?’

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Written by Pooja Mandla

An educator by profession but a word weaver by passion. She likes to enjoy little things in life, not waiting for the bigger ones to come her way.Β  She had done her graduation in the medical stream but often was lost in the literal beauty of words. So after graduation, she studied literature and did her MPhil in English. She believes that the secret ingredient for spreading happiness is writing. So, whenever her energetic kids permit, she expresses her thoughts in words. Writing keeps her going and has given a new shape to her life.

 

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